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First of October 2008 Wednesday, Oct. 01, 2008 - 12:08 a.m. Well, the sympathetic magick worked; the minute we purchased and peeled the wrapping off of the new ipod USB connector, there was a puff of smoke as a flash-pot detonated at the seller's house, and the USB connector showed up right smack in the middle of his office desk. Okay, maybe not quite, but almost. Nano seller assures us we have a spare at his house if this connector disappears. --- Happy Birthday today to Scott Hysmith, who yesterday informed me of the definition of something called 'Rule 34': Whatever subject you can possibly think of, somewhere on the Internet there is porn of it. Whereupon I realized he was right, and I told him what happened to me when Don Ho died. I tried to look things up about the man, and one of my search engines decided I didn't really mean 'Don', I must have meant 'donkey'. Still haven't quite recoverd from that one. And apparently my mention of same caught Scott flat-footed, too, as he was at work, and his glasses fogged up, even though they were in his shirt pocket. Hippo birdies, Scott. --- We finally threw in the towel and I changed our land line to 'announcement only'. You have reached [Number], the land line of John and Brin McLaughlin. Due to the intolerable amount of sales calls and election bullshit, we don't take messages here anymore. If you want to talk to us, use our email or our cell phone numbers. Thank you for your understanding. This was the third try, and the kindest version of the outgoing message. --- All righters, that's it. Hhave a nice Wednesday, and First Day of October. ---
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